A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired unhappy
Bring down the government
'Cause they don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Please
This is my final fit
My final bellyache
And no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silence, silence
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